In vain she declared she was not.
They passed by a fruiterer's stall.

The strawberries and cherries were temptingly fresh; the sun still very powerful.

At the back of the fruiterer's was a small garden, or rather orchard, smiling cool through the open door; little tables laid out there.

The good woman who kept the shop was accustomed to the wants and tastes of humble metropolitan visitors.

But the garden was luckily now empty: it was before the usual hour for tea-parties; so the young folks had the pleasantest table under an apple-tree, and the choice of the freshest fruit.